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Sergeant William walked over to Azul and Abang, his gaze filled with impatience and warning, as the chaos of the battlefield allowed for no delays. He glanced at the surrounding destruction and said irritably, "Hey! Stop slacking off!"
William's words carried a stern tone as he playfully tapped Abang on the backside, hoping this action would spur them into action. Abang pretended to be struck hard, dramatically collapsing to the ground, which drew laughter from the nearby soldiers.
William rolled his eyes at Abang's antics and couldn't help but say, "Can you stop acting like an idiot?" His voice held a hint of exasperation and dissatisfaction. Abang got up from the ground, grinning mischievously, and retorted, "But don't you think this is just ridiculous? It's just a magical duel, right? How could it cause this much destruction?"
This question made the surrounding soldiers ponder as they whispered among themselves, their expressions revealing shock and confusion at the magical confrontation they had witnessed. William looked around and sighed without answering. He knew that the scale and intensity of this magical duel far exceeded their previous imaginations, leaving everyone in awe and disbelief.
The destruction they saw was not only physical but also a profound shock to their spirits. This war made everyone realize just how incredible and uncontrollable the power of magic could be. Such devastation and chaos would undoubtedly be one of the challenges they would face in the future.
Azul stood in what had now become an open-air Assembly Hall, gazing at the sky as if he could still feel the echoes of that battle. The entire ceiling was gone, leaving only rubble and broken beams, filling him with questions and confusion. He recalled the scene as he rushed with his unit; along the way, the Immortal Fortress seemed to be experiencing an earthquake, shaking violently with every tremor that quickened his heartbeat.
In this battle, he felt the real threat of life and death; every breath felt like it could be his last. His comrades fought bravely forward, undeterred by difficulties, battling to protect their land. However, when the smoke of war cleared away, he realized that what he had witnessed surpassed his imagination.
Azul rubbed his eyes; he couldn't fathom that just a short while ago, this place had been a magnificent hall, now reduced to ruins. He didn't know how to describe this scene to his comrades back home. The dust and debris floating in the air seemed to narrate the intensity of the battle; every stone and shard told stories of what had just occurred here.
Sergeant William bent down and picked up a piece of rubble from the floor, casually tossing it into a nearby pile of debris. He waved away the dust in his hand and frowned as he said, "Hey! Enough talk; let's get moving! Boyev has been captured... I think Noxus is definitely going to face a new storm soon..." His tone was laced with unease and foreboding.
Upon hearing this, Abang displayed an excited expression, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he cheerfully replied, "Hehe! I can't wait to see what happens next." His voice brimmed with curiosity and anticipation for the upcoming changes, seemingly intrigued by the impending turmoil.
Amidst these ruins, despite facing an uncertain future, Abang's carefree attitude contrasted sharply with William's serious warnings, bringing a sense of lightness to the soldiers present.
As the sun slowly sank below the horizon, the remaining light in the sky was gradually replaced by encroaching darkness. The soldiers' shadows stretched in the evening glow, adding a touch of fatigue yet grandeur. Swiftly pulling flint from their pockets, several soldiers quickly lit torches; their flames shone brightly against the impending nightfall, illuminating their efforts to continue clearing the vast assembly area.
Azul was no exception; his hands continued to move tirelessly, forcefully clearing away the scattered stones one by one. In the fading light of the setting sun, his figure appeared particularly slender yet resolute, like a solitary guardian in the night. As the evening breeze gently brushed against him, his hair shimmered with a faint golden hue under the dim firelight, creating an atmosphere that was both mysterious and solemn.
When the torchlight mingled with the darkness, Azul felt a peculiar tranquility. This tranquility was not one of ease, but rather a silent struggle, a determination to persevere in the night. His gaze occasionally swept across the surroundings, taking in the debris and rubble strewn about, and he couldn't help but feel a weight in his heart. Each time he moved a heavy stone, he could feel the burden on his shoulders; though it was merely monotonous physical labor, each bend and rise deepened his understanding of the arduous task at hand.
He sighed, contemplating that today’s cleanup would surely extend into the deep night and might take even longer. Despite feeling somewhat frustrated and fatigued by this prospect, Azul knew it was their duty as soldiers; they could only grit their teeth and continue to endure in the darkness.
Under the flickering firelight, the soldiers' figures appeared intermittently, like actors on a constantly revolving stage. Whenever the torches swayed, their shadows elongated on the ground, twisting into bizarre shapes that changed with the flickering light. In the night sky, stars twinkled brightly, contrasting sharply with the firelight below, appearing especially vivid and clear.
These soldiers were like gears working diligently in the night; each movement of a stone was a testament to their relentless effort. Although the task was heavy and seemingly endless, their actions were brisk and efficient, their coordination silent yet precise.
On such a night, while the cold wind swept across the site, it did nothing to diminish their enthusiasm for work. Beneath the starlight, there were no words exchanged among the soldiers—only continuous action accompanied by the crackling sound of burning wood from the torches and the occasional clattering of stones colliding. Together, they composed a symphony of labor. They were an indispensable presence in this nightscape, silently bearing the weight of reconstruction and cleanup.
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